Wisdom Notes-27

I CAN FEEL THE WINDS IN MY LIFE ABOUT TO CHANGE. I CAN FEEL THE FLOORS BENEATH MY FEET ABOUT TO SHIFT IN ANOTHER DIRECTION.

All I do is breathe, pray, stand strong in my faith and try to remember that all things happen for a reason and there’s a lessen in every storm. Knowing this, doesn’t make it easy. Storms are not always easy to bear.

Women

Women- Protect your hearts. Learn to be humble with wisdom. Learn to be silent in anger. Learn to love without forgetting to love yourself. Raise your children to know the word of God and love of God. You can’t be with your children 24/7 and God is forever and everywhere. Forgive and love again. Trust in God in relationships to always show you the truth to make a wise decision with that truth. Trust God with your heart and your lives, for, He will love you more than any man can. Ladies, let’s learn to love each other and lift each other up. Stop sharing men and breaking up un-happy homes; You deserve a man of your own.

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Poetry- Being Born A Woman Being born a woman, being born a woman of color Being born a woman and have to be as I was born… a woman: walk like a woman, dress like a lady, speak wit. Being born a woman, being born a woman of color. Being born a woman and have to be as I was born… a woman: walk like a woman, dress like a lady, speak with with wisdom of a queen.

Being born as a woman to live in a man’s world, expected to change at a drop of a hat, shift with the wind, move with the times, and think like a man, hide emotions and use few words without feelings. Being born a woman and left to do a man’s job: provide, protect, lead, preach, teach our sons to be men and teach our daughters how not to be a weak for men

Being born a woman, the weight of the world sitting on her shoulders, worries flooding her mind like an ocean flooding the lands; carrying everybody’s problems in her soul, being the one to hold it all together.

Being born a woman, a slave to love, a slave to loneliness, and a slave to how we were taught to be… too strong to be weak. Being born a woman of difference; loved for the curve of her hips, the size of her butt and the length of her hair; loved for the skin she’s in, love for the body of a goddess… never being love for the woman that she is.

Being born a woman with spiritual beliefs, values and morals and have to lay it down in the hands of fools; push it aside with stripped pride; hide it in order to be love and get where she needs to be; put it on a shelf and provide for her family by any means necessary. Being born a woman and treated like a dog; fragile on the inside, tough on the outside; lost on the inside and going through the motions on the outside; broken on the inside and together on the outside; afraid on the inside and bold on the outside; insecure on the inside and beautiful on the outside; humble on the inside and stubborn on the outside; crying on the inside and smiling on the outside.

Being born a woman and always treated like a whore Being a woman and dying alone